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You’re haunted by that ghost.
The camera can catch it, if it’s at the right angle.
The moon can illuminate it, if it’s at its fullest.
And I can feel it, if it’s at the moment
when you look me in the eyes
and tell me you don’t love me.
I’ve burned all the pictures that it appears in,
the pictures where we’re together, and I look happy.